Girl Leaving
It’s that time late Sunday afternoon
A time that both of us has got to know
There’s just no way of avoiding
The curfew when you have to go
I’ll tidy away the abandoned coffee cups
The two empty bottles of red wine
The plates we left in the kitchen
One of them yours, one of them mine
I’ll make the bed and straighten the sheets
Clear away the mess that we left behind
It’s a kind of displacement activity
Or some phrase of that kind
The weekends are always too short
Precious time that we’ve stolen away
But a few more memorable moments
Before the onslaught of another Monday
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